Author's note: This is, wait for it, a filler! But this is an important one!

Ps: Writing Tina as a crazy asian bitch is fun!

Thank you, please enjoy!

John W. Black-

ps: I'm taking a break from 'Never Loved Anyone' to work on our main story 'Journey'. To anyone that has read 'A Journey To Recovery' that story is going to be deleted and I'll be rewriting it.

Sam's motel room, Ohio

Sam woke up with the biggest head ache he had ever had, guess that spending a whole night drinking isn't the smartest thing to do, but the alcohol took some of the pain away... A little tiny bit, but it did, well after the 3rd bottle of vodka... The funeral was in two days... In two days, it would be official... All would be lost... For ever... This thought made Sam cry like a baby. He looked at himself in the mirror, "What would Blaine think?" Sam asked himself as he stared at his figure. His posture was messed up, he didn't look like Sam Evans, the one that caught Blaine's eyes, the won that impressed Blaine by turning their apartment into the most romantic apartment in New York. In all honesty, Sam looked like a hobo... His clothe were dirty and smelly, his breath could kill and his beard... His beard made Dumbledor's look like a mustache! He hadn't shaved in weeks... He had lost the will to do anything, he had been skipping work for 3 weeks in a row. He had called in sick, and instead of doing anything for himself, he would just lay in bed and drink. Drink, drink and drink, until he would throw up everything and wake up in the bathtub or the kitchen's floor. Sam took one more look before he had to quickly turn and throw up, every little bit of vodka in his system. "I'm pathetic! Blaine would never want me like this!"

Two hour later, the Sam Evans, as Blaine used to know him, was standing outside the Berry's household, where Finn and Rachel were waiting for him.

"Sam..." was all Rachel could say before she hugged him and cried.

"C'mon Rachel... Enough tears!" Sam said with a firm and demanding tone. He had to keep it together.

"I'm sorry Sam... I just... I..." Rachel sobbed as she put her arm around Finn, who squeezed her shoulder.

"I know Rachel, I know..." Finn hugged Sam, and whispered something that only he could hear.

"You know we're here for you, and, I can smell all the alcohol on your clothe and breath. I can also smell tobacco. Don't do this to yourself man, Blaine wouldn't-" Oh no! Not that argument! Sam quickly pulled away from Finn's embrace and replied.

"Says the guy who was depressed because his girlfriend left him! Even though we all knew she would be back! MY HUSBAND IS DEAD! DEAD! GONE FOR EVER! WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?" Sam took out his frustration on the couple. They were being a bit unfair, yes Sam shouldn't do this to himself because Blaine wouldn't want that and blá blá blá, but they had no right to say those things! They! The most dramatic and annoying couple in McKinley High!

Sam entered his car and drove to the cemetery. The closer he got, the more real and freighting the feeling got. The feeling that this was it, Blaine was gone for ever, and there was nothing that Sam could do to change that. Nothing...

In a basement, somewhere...

Blaine face had turned purple, his torso was filled with little cuts and bruises. Tina pressed the enormous bruise on Blaine's left cheek, and the brunette screamed with the agonizing pain.

"Say it!" Tina demand pressing Blaine's cheek. He would not say it! He wouldn't surrender!

"Never you Asian bitch! I'm never, ever, ever saying that I love you! I LOVE SAM WITH EVERY FIBER OF MY BODY!" PANG! And everything went blank...

Now, was it a pang was it a bang?
Was it a gun was it a weapon?
Tell me what do you think, and cliffhanger! (He might be dead)